A short but oh so very happy excerpt from The Dharma Bums — sure hope I get to meet and hang out with Jack Kerouac once I’m on “the other side.”

“Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that’s the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can’t hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that’s all. I let the food cool a little to enjoy more wine and my thoughts. I sat crosslegged in the sand and contemplated my life. Well, there, and what difference did it make?”

AAAAAHHH!!! Enough said. Point taken. (I screamed out loud, a full-throated, extennnnnnded scream when Jack Nicholson picked up the axe to attack the door to get at Shelley Duvall – causing a laugh to ripple through an enormous Times Square movie theatre.)

August 25, 2013 at
9:23 am

Mudd says:

Anne — That must have been hilarious. For the others, of course. I tend to be very loud also when surprised and/or scared. HA!